Some years ago I found the village in China where my father was born, where everyone shared the same surname. All the young people had left for the city to find work. Only old folks and small children remained. I had a sense of homecoming, yet the curious looks I received told me that I was a stranger in my own home town. This Tang Dynasty poem came to mind.
Occasional Poem on Returning Home （1/2）by He Zhi Zhang (659 – 744)
Young and small I left my home; grown, old, I returned
No changes in my accent; hair thin at my temple
Children who saw me knew me not
Smiling they asked: from where have you wandered?
(c) Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭 2015